Scar: Life's not fair, is it? You see I -- well, I... shall never be King. And you... shall never see the light of another day. ... Adieu...

Zazu: Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?

Scar: What do you want?

Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa is on his way. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.

Scar: Oh now look, Zazu; you've made me lose my lunch.

Zazu: Hah! You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia.

Scar: Oooh... I quiver with FEAR.

Zazu: Now Scar, don't look at me that way... HELP!

Mufasa: Scar!

Scar: Mm-hmm?

Mufasa: Drop him.

Zazu: Impeccable timing, your majesty.

Zazu: Eyyccch.

Scar: Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.

Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.

Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful.

Scar: Must have slipped my mind.

Zazu: Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line!

Scar: Well, I was first in line... until the little hairball was born.

Mufasa: That "hairball" is my son... and your future king.

Scar: Ohh, I shall practice my curtsy.

Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar.

Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps YOU shouldn't turn YOUR back on me.

Mufasa: Is that a challenge?

Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.

Zazu: Pity! Why not?

Scar: Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to brute strength ...I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.

Zazu: There's one in every family, sire... Two in mine, actually. And they always manage to ruin special occasions.

Mufasa: What am I going to do with him?

Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throw rug.

Mufasa: Zazu!

Zazu: And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and BEAT him.